It was summertime (although school had already started so August) when I was 13. I was playing in my backyard with my brother and some neighbors. I went inside to see if Happy Days was on TV yet and I went to the bathroom. I called my mom inside, and she got me some pads from her bathroom. Then I went to watch TV in the living room. My mom assumed that I stayed inside BECAUSE I had started my period, and I was annoyed with her for not listening to me.
It had completely stopped by the next morning so I thought, "That's not so bad." I went to school thinking my period was over, and it started back when I was in gym class that afternoon. Ugh. My friend let me use one of her pads, and she thought that I had just started my first period right then. She didn't believe me that it had started the night before and stopped.
oh gosh I was 14 soo I was a late bloomer and had been paranoid about not getting it forever. My parents were having the pastor and his wife over for dinner and my sister and I were supposed to be servers.
I started about an hour before they got there thank goodness. I would have been sooo embarassed otherwise.
I started my period shortly after I began fifth grade. I was in denial and frankly pretty pizzed about it. I really didn't want to be bothered with it. I was not emotionally ready at all. It also didn't help that I was shy, was the new kid at school, and had a terribly cruel male teacher that would question me why it was I needed to go to the bathroom.
I started my period shortly after I began fifth grade. I was in denial and frankly pretty pizzed about it. I really didn't want to be bothered with it. I was not emotionally ready at all. It also didn't help that I was shy, was the new kid at school, and had a terribly cruel male teacher that would question me why it was I needed to go to the bathroom.
And I thought I had it bad. That would have sucked.
I was in 6th grade and was in denial that it would ever happen for me. I just didn't want to ever have to deal with it. But I was the first one in my grade to start. I was 11. At least I had it better than Rebecca who was 9 and, if she had been attending public school, would have only been in 3rd grade. Shudder.
I don't remember much past going to the bathroom and there was blood. I freak out thinking I'm dying. My brother hears me bellowing so he gets my mom. And she laughs and laughs at me b/c I'm freaking out over this.
Oh, yeah. Hahahahahahaha. Its so freaking funny, Mom.
She tried to get me to use tampons but I refused. They scared the heck out of me. She refused to call my stepdad to go to the store and get me pads. So I wound up going to a friend's house. She lent me a pad and then called her mom. After work, her mom took me to Wal-Mart and got me the pads she thought work and was uber sympathetic and sweet.
I still freak when I get my period. Not bad just a little, "Ah! OMG!"
